Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.